It's Tuesday morning. I'm at work, on the balcony overlooking an inner western suburb of Sydney. Shorts and T shirt has now become my usual attire and not a jumper to be seen!
It's now been just over 6 weeks since I arrived back home after a 16 year stint in the UK. I think I'm finally coming out of the fog of moving to the other side of the world. I wake up at the right time and go to bed somewhat at the right time. My role for the past 42 days has been to re-establish my energy in this Country. My credit rating has dissolved, my driving license expired and Medicare had no idea who I was, even though I took up a bed, twice, in a hospital when I gave birth.
Most of those details are now corrected, re-connected or renewed. Isn't it amazing how the small details are also the big ones.
I'm still somewhat living on what clothes I could pack into 20kgs, when you consider that I had to transport a small amount of my entire mother tincture collection in that limit, it didn't leave much space or weight capacity for anything else. The contents of my home and business are on a cruise at the moment. It's a pity they don't give you a tracking route to follow it's journey Down Under, I think it would be quite interesting to know where my pots and pans are at any given moment. A quick calculation in my head would suggest they are approaching the western boundaries of this enormous continent and into somewhat calmer waters given the proximity of the land.
I wonder if said pots have encountered any debris from a lost plane en route?
The process of leaving the UK made 'putting my affairs in order' seem a little trite, in fact I did say to the boys that had I died on the way here that their life sorting out my chattels and papers would have been a breeze. They looked at me in horror - I could only see the funny side and so time efficient.
So from dismantling my life in the Northern hemisphere to rebuilding here on the Southern side has just begun. In all fairness I think I'm doing a brilliant job of correcting my inner time-line, re-connecting my power outlets and filling up on some much needed solar energy and finally renewing my friendships with people and places that I love dearly.
My heart is overflowing with all the friends I made while in the UK and I will miss our cups of tea, hugs and the odd glass of wine. My special friends and you know who you are, will never leave my side, we are always connected and I am humbled by your affection for me.
So although it is sad to close one door the one that awaits is full of hope, new growth and a fresh outlook.
I leave you on this April Fools Day with my guilty pleasure Michael Buble, cause he just has a way of saying everything.
Bx
It's now been just over 6 weeks since I arrived back home after a 16 year stint in the UK. I think I'm finally coming out of the fog of moving to the other side of the world. I wake up at the right time and go to bed somewhat at the right time. My role for the past 42 days has been to re-establish my energy in this Country. My credit rating has dissolved, my driving license expired and Medicare had no idea who I was, even though I took up a bed, twice, in a hospital when I gave birth.
Most of those details are now corrected, re-connected or renewed. Isn't it amazing how the small details are also the big ones.
I'm still somewhat living on what clothes I could pack into 20kgs, when you consider that I had to transport a small amount of my entire mother tincture collection in that limit, it didn't leave much space or weight capacity for anything else. The contents of my home and business are on a cruise at the moment. It's a pity they don't give you a tracking route to follow it's journey Down Under, I think it would be quite interesting to know where my pots and pans are at any given moment. A quick calculation in my head would suggest they are approaching the western boundaries of this enormous continent and into somewhat calmer waters given the proximity of the land.
I wonder if said pots have encountered any debris from a lost plane en route?
The process of leaving the UK made 'putting my affairs in order' seem a little trite, in fact I did say to the boys that had I died on the way here that their life sorting out my chattels and papers would have been a breeze. They looked at me in horror - I could only see the funny side and so time efficient.
So from dismantling my life in the Northern hemisphere to rebuilding here on the Southern side has just begun. In all fairness I think I'm doing a brilliant job of correcting my inner time-line, re-connecting my power outlets and filling up on some much needed solar energy and finally renewing my friendships with people and places that I love dearly.
My heart is overflowing with all the friends I made while in the UK and I will miss our cups of tea, hugs and the odd glass of wine. My special friends and you know who you are, will never leave my side, we are always connected and I am humbled by your affection for me.
So although it is sad to close one door the one that awaits is full of hope, new growth and a fresh outlook.
I leave you on this April Fools Day with my guilty pleasure Michael Buble, cause he just has a way of saying everything.
Bx